Harry Potter 6?

Much more satisfying than HP 5.

And I shall leave it at that, because I don't want to spoil anything.

Getting the book, as always, was fun. I was painting my toenails at 10:30 last night when the father came in and looked at me and goes, "Well, so I guess you're finally tired of the Harry Potter thing, huh?"

I was like, huh?

And he goes "Your mother asked me if you were going to one of those midnight parties, but I guess you're not."

I snorted at the thought. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm leaving in half an hour."

I think he's seriously questioning his youngest daughter's sanity. He didn't really get the dressing up for Lord of the Rings bit a couple of years ago either.

I got to the store, and was started seriously questioning my desire to one day have children. Way too many shrieking little kids, so I tried escaping to the back and called Emily and we chatted for a bit. Right as I was about to get off the phone with her, Thomas Raterman appeared in front of me. Sorry, I think I might have screamed your ear off Em, either then or when Marie appeared a minute later. Very cool to see those two. And Thomas was FUN to be at the party with. Oh, he said he was there because he was picking up the copy they had bought for his older sister, but that was a cover. Anyway, he and I loudly counted down the last few seconds to midnight, and went into mock hysterics when they started handing out books. Then, cause I was way ahead of the two of them in line, I went hack to hang with em after I got my copy and we started wrestling over the book. In other words, he was picking me up in an attempt to get the book out of my grasp while I was shrieking at the tops of my lungs. And when they got their copies, we started hugging and cheering for each other and exchanging high-fives. You know, it's always a good thing when you convince an entire store full of people that you're nuts. Much fun, much fun.

Got back to the house and was kinda sporadically reading it. Hey, What Not to Wear was on. Then, one of my uncles called. He got stuck in Atlanta on his way home, and didn't want to cough up two hundred dollars for a room. I don't blame him, really. So he got a cab from the airport and spent a few hours on our couch. I'd have offered him my room since I was staying up anyway, only it kinda looks like a hurricane of clothes exploded in there. Ah well. Woke him up at 7:30 and drove him to the airport, got Chick-fil-a on the way back and then settled back to some more serious reading. Ended up crashing at something like 10, woke back up at 1 and finished the book by 2:30. Am completely exhausted, but it was totally worth it. Now it's time to read the thing more slowly and get the details I missed the first time around.